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“spin for real” - kado blaze lyrics

[intro]
yeah (blaaaze!)
ayy, free the set, b*tch (free ’em!)
f*ck yo’ side, f*ck yo’ block, b*tch, we outside with them chops (skrrt!)
whole hood know who really slide, stop cappin’, lil’ opp (p*ssy!)
aight, bet (yuh), let’s get it

[chorus]
talk that tough sh*t online (huh?), get your dumb ass dropped, no caption (boom!)
f*ck that talk, when we spin they run, lil’ b*tch, this stick do damage (bah!)
broke*ass opps just post they poles, we really clap ’em (facts!)
you can keep that fake*ass love, i don’t dap no has*been (nah!)
this not no stock car, look at the dash, b*tch, that’s a trackhawk (skrrt!)
hit his ass up close range, now he wanna pray—too late, that boy just tapped out (pew, pew!)
money, fame, these hoеs, that drip—when you die, that sh*t don’t add up (h*ll nah)
ain’t n0body gavе me sh*t, i built this pain, b*tch, from the asphalt (from the mud!)

[verse]
if it ain’t loyalty, get the f*ck on, i don’t do no leechin’ (f*ck outta here!)
they was ghosts when i was broke, now i’m up, they all start preachin’ (weirdos!)
ops post threats, but they still ain’t slid, b*tch, that’s free reachin’ (cap!)
after i sin, i pray again—god know i’m fightin’ demons (ayy, facts!)
told my plug, “double that load,” i ain’t duckin’ no beef, i’m schemin’ (nah!)
f*ck rap, i still hit corners, black mask on, b*tch, i’m fiendin’ (for real!)
cl!ck*clack, that’s headshots, i ain’t talkin’ no dreamin’ (bow!)
big drum spin fast, like a opp block screamin’ (grrr!)
mama said chill, i ain’t listen, i’m deep in the smoke, no quittin’ (nah!)
we ain’t had sh*t, no gifts, no joy, just pain in them kitchens (for real!)
said i’d be nothin’, now i’m the one, the youngest out here winnin’ (let’s go!)
had it hard, still thank god ’cause he made this sinner gifted (ayy!)
[chorus]
talk that tough sh*t online (huh?), get your dumb ass dropped, no caption (boom!)
f*ck that talk, when we spin they run, lil’ b*tch, this stick do damage (bah!)
broke*ass opps just post they poles, we really clap ’em (facts!)
you can keep that fake*ass love, i don’t dap no has*been (nah!)
this not no stock car, look at the dash, b*tch, that’s a trackhawk (skrrt!)
hit his ass up close range, now he wanna pray—too late, that boy just tapped out (pew, pew!)
money, fame, these hoes, that drip—when you die, that sh*t don’t add up (h*ll nah)
ain’t n0body gave me sh*t, i built this pain, b*tch, from the asphalt (from the mud!)

[outro]
ayy (blaaaze!)
free the set, b*tch
we spin first, we don’t text sh*t (nah!)
catch yo’ homie lackin’, we stretch sh*t (boom!)
free k3, free migo, free cash b*tch (free ’em all!)
yeah, we run this city—no mask, b*tch (for real!)
uh, 808 mafia, we back, b*tch (let’s go!)

- kado blaze lyrics

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